His hold tightens.
“I’ll come back tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow is too far away.”
I rub his back. “It’ll come quick.”
I pull back. “Let’s eat first.”
The sadness doesn’t leave his face.
I kiss him. “Don’t be so sad. It breaks my heart.”
He looks away and takes a deep breath.
I move away and pick up the plates, walking to the small dining table. He follows. I set them down. He sits, tugs my hand, and pulls me onto his lap.
“No one would believe you have haphephobia. You’re more clingy than I am.” I chuckle.
“I don’t like distance between us, Princess. If it were possible, I’d prefer you living inside me.” He says it with a straight face, picking up a sandwich from the plate.
He brings it to my lips. I part them and take a small bite.
I raise my brows, chewing. “It’s so good. You’re an amazing cook.”
“I just followed the recipe,” he mutters, offering me another bite.
I bite into it, then grab his hand and turn the sandwich toward his mouth. He takes a bite himself. I smile and press my lips to his for a small peck.
I just love the feel of his lips on mine. I only got to taste them today, and now all I want is to keep kissing him.
We finish dinner, feeding each other, stealing dozens of kisses.
“Where’s Rosie?” I ask him after setting the plates in the sink.
“In Bruno’s room.” He points to the open door.
I walk in and find Rosie sleeping in Bruno’s bed, and Bruno lying on the floor.
I turn to Salvario. “Did she eat?”
He nods. “While you slept.”
We walk into his room. I head to the couch for my clothes. He comes up behind me, takes them from my hand, and leads me to the bed.
He settles me onto it, sets the clothes aside, and unbuttons the top two buttons of the shirt I’m wearing. Then he pulls it up. I lift my arms, he slips it off. He pulls my sweatshirt over my head. I don’t wear bras in winter; I don’t have much volume anyway, and jackets hide everything.
“Lie down.”
I obey. He kneels on the floor and pulls me forward by the hips, parting my legs.
“Don’t you dare,” I whisper-yell. “I’m sore.”
His heated eyes fix on my center. “I can’t help it, Princess. It’s an unstoppable need.”
His hot tongue meets my sore flesh. I wince. He licks again. The wince turns into a moan. I cover my mouth to keep the sounds from reaching my phone outside.
This time, he doesn’t torture me with slow licks. He sucks on my clit instead.
